Tales from the Ironearth [ Accepted ]

This story begins in the cold dark streets of the south common district.The shops, roads and pavements were concrete except in patches where the cementhad worn away to the steel skin of the planet. The air was silent and hauntinglending to a feeling of emptiness and isolation. This void of noise wasperiodically broken by gun shots, the screeching of tyres as cars raced off inthe distance and the screams of the helpless and suffering. Many of the shopswere derelict or in a major state of disrepair. In fact the only establishmentsthat were pristine were the pubs and betting shops as they were a few of theplaces that still enjoyed an abundance of income. Many people could find fewjoys on the Iron Earth, drinking and gambling provided some lost souls withsome satisfaction. There were many lost souls on this hell planet. This talefeatures one such soul but you wouldn’t have to look far to find many similarstories of men who have lost everything seeking a quick death, only to bedenied even that simple luxury. - Extract from The Tramp, Tales of the Iron Earth

I don't know how I would describe myself as a player. I think i'm just about okay maybe xD A tad clumbsy or something.... who knows. All I do know is I don't take this game too seriously and have a relaxed attitude towards most people. (Appart from cheats and people who are complaining all the time o.O)

I used to be in Fatality but left because they treated my friend badly and since then I've been stuck between FG and Xecution but I prefer smaller clans so if you'll have me I'll hang around here for a bit xD